Today I was struck by the shapes and textures of the landscape and how impossible it is to capture by camera what you see before you or what you experience by walking, smelling, hearing, seeing, touching elements of the landscape as you go.
The trees I was drawn to were three Elms: the upward sweep of their elegant shapes and the calm protective feeling of being beneath them. The trees were in a corner of a field which I then began to cross. At some point I realised the animals grazing there were not cows but bulls. I turned around and circumvented their field! However, the bulls remained placidly eating grass throughout, oblivious, it seemed, of my presence.
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| English Elms. They once lined our hedgerows or grew in copses and the farming year was influenced by the state of them. Our ancestors worshipped in elm groves, until this was banned by Christianity which forbade tree worship and all converse with the natural world. Judges,later, often dispensed justice from beneath elm trees. The tree is associated with elves (Light & Dark Elves) and with the journey through death and beyond. |
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| One of the bulls: immense strength, slow to arouse, intent on feeding. Imagine how much grass needs to be digested and transformed to produce all those muscles! |
